Supernova

Supernova, burning bright

There is no end to your great light 

In sight, your might, illuminates night 

And though I look away, it's hard to fight

The plight, it smites, my wrongs and rights 

so that I may indulge in sacred flight

from sights of every width and height 

Please do not loosen, hold on tight

Your warmth, as loose as an errant kite 

Yet I feel before you reach my sight

Your thermal presence fills me with fright 

Behold, you free fungi from their blight

And yet people try to emulate your state

Their blunders and scorched earth, all mistakes 

I fear they will think you can be replaced 

To recreate god's mysteries is a fool's fate. 

And I guess I am the fool tonight

for your majestic presence did beknight 

upon me, an oath, perhaps a sacred right 

With you, I am golden, alone, a mite 

Supernova, burning bright 

I know an end to your light 

With might, through night, remain in my sight

I won't look away during your final fight.